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The Shine of Divine Justice/Efficiency Under Henry 2

I'le from this muddy Aire that grieves the Heart
Of Holy Patience Step that Grace makes Start;
And to the Holy Court of Justice Steere
To see her Wash her hands, that did appeare
As if Shee had in this dark pitchy night
No hands, or hands polluted, and not white.
Or that her Eyes were dropt out of their holes,
Or wanted Spectacles: but in her Shoales
I now strike Saile and in her open Court
My Pen arriving, it will give report,
How on her glorious Bench in Robes all Bright
More White than Snow, She Sits dispensing right,
In all her Sentences She Executes.
And Wonder-Working Efficacy suites
Here very Well to testify the same:
Which through this Century maketh such a Flame.
God payes this Wicked age with Woefull things:
With Plague and Pestilence: Harde Winters keen:
With Rainy Summers, Inundations: Springs
Of Prodigies, and Monstrous things are seen
With Blood, and Fire. Wars raging dreadfully
Through out the Christian World most furiously.

1004

A Dreadfull fire turns Papia to dust.

1005

The next yeare Shews an horrid Comet bright:

1006

The following year a grievous Famine Crusht.

And Pestilence went raging on with might.
That it was thought a greater number di'de
Thereby, than all from whom it turnd aside.
A little while before it came, there were
A Spring of very healthfull Waters pure
In Lotharinge turn'd blood. Th'Sun red did pear
About the Same time. Drops of blood endure
Upon mens Cloaths rain'd from the lofty Sky
Which Cast upon this Wicked age its eye.

1009

Three years allowd oft, and unusuall rains.

God hangs a Comet out his fiery flag
And at its heels a Plague the Saxons bains.
That Equalld noblemen with tag and rag.

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1010

In Aufred Village five and twenty dayes

Boild blood, that did the neighb'ring Ford't assayes.
With these things parallell, these mischiefs run.
The Bulgars under Samuell Thrace annoy.
Basill the Emperour did sorely bum:
Them, Fire and Sword their Country did destroy
Dug out the Eyes of fifteen thousand, 'ploy 'd
Yet left each hundred one them home to guide.
At which dread Sight Samuel amazd down fell
Unto the ground beside his Senses mad.
And quickly after this sore pains expell
His Vitall Sparke. He dies of th'Heart ake Sad.
Justice here payes the debt home thoroughly
Which was their due that Thrace and Greece did Stroy.

1003

And Germany is all afire, the Duke

Of Austria against the Emprour rose

1004

But is tooke down. His brother Bruno's Shook.

Italian Bishops with their princes chose
One Andovine their Emperour, that Cost

1005

His Life, All towns so in this Pade they lost.

Bernard the Duke with's Saxon now rebells.
The Slaves destroy beyond the Alb nigh all.
Adelbero of Triers rings the bells
Of War and Herry Duke of Bojor Calls
With Metz Archbishop. And Agusta take

1009

Whose force the Emperour by force then brake[.]

The Poles do clash. Bohemy do destress.
In parle of peace put out Boloslau's eyes.

1007

And Prage besiege which Henry did redress.

Theodrick Earle of Flanders is a prize
Unto the Frizers. Normans Frizia Wast.

1010

And burn Trajectum. Justice now is plac'd.

1012

The Turke did take Jerusalem, alas!

The moon now looks like blood: Earth sorely s[h]akes
A Burning Faggot like a Tower doth pass
With an hugh Crash to Earth: in heaven it makes.
The Swelling Seas doth men and Cities drownd.
By Plague, and Famin multitudes fall down[.]
In Lotharinge, a water Spring Springs blood.
Now twins are born with mouths like Goose bills.

389

And right arms like goose Wings. The third day good
Smile each on other. But the Mayor them kills
For their dread Shape. Rhene Swells and Danow high
Do Bridges, Houses, Trees and Corn fields Stroy.
Light'ning in Saxony a Temple burns.
A Sow did pig a pig having its head
Like to a mans. A Sitting hen out turns
A four legd Chicken. England great Stirs bred,
Ileland. And No[r]mandy: God payes their Vice.
A Sacralegious man's destroi'd by mice.
At noon day th'Earth did take a mighty dance.
A western tempest turns down Fulda's Halls.
The Flemish Seas by mighty Storms up prance
Much Harm thereby on neighbring borders falls
The Saracens wast Italy, all Soiles
A nigh it. War in Lotharinge up boiles.

1017

A four months blazing Star shines, great beam like.

1018

A Sow a pig out drops with humane Face.

1019

And men are follow'd by the Plague with might.

As three passt the famine did them chase

1020

A winter Cold; that many persons slew

That were not able t'beare: the Cold so grew[.]
A Circle like a rainbow, with four lines
Divided thwart it, Circles round the Sun.
The Elb, and Visarg Swell and damage fines
Their borderers. A Plague hence out doth run.
Those it destroyd were full of Serpents found,
That tedious made them t'lay under ground.
In May the Earth doth take another trip.
The next yeare while the Synod sitting were
At Aquilgrane, the Sky so hot did Strip
Both Men and beast of life that they died there.
The Marble Pillars and their Arches Sweat.
One would have thought they'd been by water wet.
In this Kings reign a woman at one birth
Five babes brough[t] forth in Alsace the more low.
The Auspurgh Prince calld Babo had on earth
Thirty two Sons and daughters eight also
Born of two Wive[s], all which he left behinde.
This blessing great here 'mong greate judgments finde.